I was a little early Saturday, Marne was just putting on the final touches. Shes a nice enough person, undeserving of whats to befall her later. Shes ...round 53 tall and probably weigh nearly a hundred fifty, the outer reaches of pleasantly plump, she has large heavy breasts and a broad pillow of a rump. Her hair is sandy in color with just a touch gray beginning to assert itself, her eyes, I think her best feature, are violet. Tonight shes wearing an attractive apricot colored dress, white. .. only to be replaced by new, so numerous they blended together into one giant blotch.Worse yet, Yargos knew, 'Both sides are still strong. This war will last a while longer.' But for him it had already lasted far too long as he realized, 'Many more will die ... and the soil will become even darker before it's over.'That thought had made him yearn for home, which in turn once more triggered his memory of the beginning, when homesickness had been his biggest enemy. But eventually, like. There’s got to be a catch. And then you realize its because they’re shit at shagging.” “And then,” Jonathan said, running his fingertips over her breast, “there are those people who are perfect, and a fantastic lay.” She smiled at him coyly. “You’re pretty vain, there.” “I was talking about you, idiot.” She laughed, and then shivered as he lightly pinched her nipple. He lowered his face reverently to her breasts, sliding his tongue around the gooseflesh of her areolas, teasing her nipples to. During that time the AI and he reviewed the damage to the other ships. He was soon distracted, as each department reported in as soon as they regained control. He discussed with each department the repair sequence for the damaged equipment. Timalta smiled with relief when he saw Caoilinn begin to stir."Thanks for not disturbing me," said Caoilinn. "The crew from HC5 are now on Dutsuz2. Several are injured. Creidne and Fidelma are working with HC5's AI on a plan to send the two Durale controlled.